I hadn't always been a depraved adulterer who got off on being sucked off while on the phone to his wife.
Up until about two years ago my life was relatively normal.
Zoe used to be one of my wife's best friends, from back in the day. I had always wanted Zoe, even then. She would come round from work to see Gemma, dressed in full-on killer 'account director' mode.
She was working at a different agency from me then and I was almost relieved I didn't have to daily try not to stare at her fantastic arse in the tight, clingy short skirts that she would wear or try not to stare, helplessly, at her deep, soft cleavage.
Eventually we had begun a disastrous affair for a few months about two years ago, during which she confessed that she had always hated my wife after we had got together.
"You were meant to be mine" she told me, riding my cock one night, while I eagerly sucked and licked her huge, delicious tits. "But then Gem got you and I had to watch the two of you swan off down the aisle. I hated every moment of that fucking wedding. And I swore I would have you eventually".
It hadn't worked out. The sex was mindblowing. But I was constantly wracked with guilt and hated going home to Gemma afterwards. It freaked me out how much Zoe seemed to love the fact that I was screwing her on the side. The wrongness of it really turned her on.
She would pop round to our house a lot, supposedly to see my wife, supposedly one of her best friends. She'd sit on the sofa, chatting and laughing, whilst slowly crossing and uncrossing her fantastic long legs, showing me her scarlet silk panties in all their glory. She would try and grab me, right there in my house, whenever we found ourselves alone for a minute.
"Come on. She'll never know" as she guided my hands up her skirt and round her cheeks. I had compartmentalised my affair quite neatly in my mind as something that didn't affect my family, and I hated that this was happening in my house.
Eventually, regretfully (the sex was spectacular) I ended it and slowly our lives got back to normal. Zoe went to work abroad and we lost touch (deliberately on my part).
...Until two years later, when Zoe came back from her ludicrously well-paid role in Dubai and was promoted into our agency as client services director. Which meant, as I am an account director, that she was my boss.
All the men were in agreement: she was HOT. As she sashayed her magical arse in its tight skirts and even tighter dresses through the agency each day, we would all try not to stare at her.
Luscious dark brown long hair that fell onto large, firm tits, on top of a slim waist and killer legs. She was the kind of woman who always wore heels. Usually with stockings.
About a month into her return, I was working late on a new client campaign when she emailed me to ask me into her office.
There, she hit me with a bombshell. She had requested a thorough audit of the books and discovered my secret: petty larceny. I hadn't thought of it like petty larceny of course, but that's what it was. I had been slowly and quietly draining money out of the agency accounts for the last few years and thought my methods were foolproof.
Apparently not.
I know, right? Adulterer and thief. Maybe my descent to real depravity wasn't such a surprise after all.
"What the HELL have you been up to Tom?"
I tried to argue it for 20 minutes, but the numbers were there in black and white.
I'd never seen her serious like this. I was in deep, deep trouble.
Not just never-work-in-the-industry-again trouble either. Real, scary go-to-prison-do-not-pass-Go trouble.
"Tom, I know we've got a history" she looked at me "But I hope you realise how serious this is".
I nodded my head dumbly, shellshocked.
"I've called an emergency meeting of the directors for first thing tomorrow morning. You'll be suspended immediately and have to wait to see what their decision is, but if I were you I'd prepare for the possibility they might press criminal charges."
She stood up, and I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a dress I remember her buying 'for me' when we were screwing each other.
It was a fantastically tight black wrap dress, held together with a slim belt, with a slit up her thigh and cut low so that when she leant forward in it you got the view of your life.
She moved round to the front of her desk, next to me. I had my head in my hands by now.
"Your life is over now." She said softly, as she started to stroke my hair.
"You're finished. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"So I hope you believe me when I tell you that there is only one way out of this" she said softly.
I looked up to see her walk over to her office door and lock it.
She walked back over to me, looked down and smiled, as she started to loosen her belt.
"You should never have ended it Tom" she said, slowly pulling the black, clingy dress open.
"Then I'd never have left, never gone away and never come back here with the express intention of making your life - and Gemma's - a living hell."
"I'd have never had to secretly film you confessing to everything 5 minutes ago either. So you see, I've got you just where I want you.
I stared at her, my mouth open. Her dress hung off her. Underneath she was wearing sheer black stockings and suspenders, tiny sheer black panties high and tight across her arse, and a silk, black bra that was low cut so that her tits were practically falling out. She looked amazing.
"Oh this? What's the matter? Doesn't Gemma wear anything like this?" she smiled wickedly.
She doesn't. Not any more.
"I've been looking forward to this for a very, very long time" she licked her lips. "Now get on the floor".
"What?"
"If you don't want to have to go home to Gemma to explain why you're shortly going to lose your job and then your liberty, you should get down on your hands and knees and thank me.
NOW."
Uncomprehending and confused, I did what she said. She towered over me now, leaning back against her desk. Her tits looked huge from down here on the floor. They hung above me, pert and massive, her nipples pushing through the silk.
"Thank you" I said, stupidly.
"Now. Kiss my pussy" she purred slowly, her eyes glinting in the low light of her office.
I must have looked confused.
She grabbed my head and forced my face roughly into her black panties. "Lick my pussy like a good, thankful boy who does what he's told from now on. Whatever he's told."
Her panties were already soaking wet as she pushed my nose and mouth deep into them. Instinctively I put my hands up onto her hips, onto her suspender belt and pushed my tongue deep against the fabric.
